When I was a little girl, my grandma would pick a nice fall day that we got up early, jumped in the car and went out for a day of fun just us girls. I was always bundled far to tight, but that did not matter once we stepped through the barn door. Pumpkins as far as the eye could see, some that were even bigger than me. We munched on kettle corn, before a lunch of funnel cake and hot chocolate and by the end of the tractor ride I thought I just may puke. We watched the pig races, picked out the best pumpkins and if I was really lucky got a stellar costume for Halloween.
Now that I am all grown up and have a family of my own, I thought it was probably time to head back to a land filled with truly wonderful childhood memories. This is the second year that W has hiked through the pumpkin fields, and with nothing short of an entourage I might add. Daddy, Papa, Grandma, myself and my grandma -who has now been promoted to GG- were all there to watch as W's face lit up when animals were stirring and the train was chugging.
Some staples, such as the funnel cake, still remained part of the repertoire along with a tractor ride down to pick out pumpkins. With so much to see however, W did not want to be bothered stopping to "cheese" for the camera. I had to find some interesting angles to shoot from and create more than a few artsy photos. At the end of the day, we ended up with a nice family shot, pictures with the grandparents, a bag full of gourds and baby pumpkins, full bellies, and some serious nap action after making it home.
What more can a mom ask for really?
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